This is not a very happy home at the moment. Don't really know what to say, but I've been miserable for ages, months. I feel completely undervalued and unimportant. I ALWAYS come at the bottom of the pile, and if I didn't run Pete's and the kids lives for them nothing would ever happen here. Pete hates his job and takes it out on me and the kids. I've shut my emotions down entirely to protect myself and learnt to keep quiet. Pete has tried really hard this week, bless him, but it's going to take me a while to get back to normal I think. I hope I can. It's been a really tough couple of days.
I still haven't got out into the garden, I will really try tomorrow, it will cheer me up so I know I need to do it. We kept all the kids home and took them out for the day today. Pete has called his boss and said we are having problems and he's staying home to sort them out. So, we've had a chance to try and regroup. It's funny how quickly things can go downhill, isn't it? Really, I have no idea what I'm doing.